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hayden jamal – dead presidents lyrics

intro:
okay player, pull up a chair
i’m k.c hayden and i’m running for mayor

verse one:
you a chiropractors patient, you crack under pressure
i tried to f-ck nouns and verbs, but nouns too possesive
they say that i’m a skeptic but i say it’s conjecture
wouldn’t i k!ll to be forced into a fletcher?
liar liar, before i die, i shown out
i thought a kings chair was never thrown out
want bad noose fraid not, is old rope good for hanging?
guess crucifixions are done after cross examinations
pour out cereal for prize then get a -ss whooping
my mom perplexed me while i sat there looking at her
watching lifetime seemingly in suspense
like the movies don’t finish good she don’t know how it ends
i regretted paying for p-rn but i get it right back
and next day i’m copping fills like crystal light packs
pinky says through webcam why you feeling like that?
i’m paying for the extra package so i couldn’t write back
so when i wrote back, i started rapping, i starting keying
let me venture, i’m top card, she says i’m a weakling
you don’t know what my slim jim carry when it’s kinky
i gave her long stare and said everyone loves a slinky
i manifested my sh-t while some others day dream
looking to gerald i’d venture to ps 118
thinking how and when i’ll be a dad to a child
i’ll be a mix of uncle phil with furious styles

(dead presidents hook)

verse two:
j.cole liked tapanga, i was a trish stratus
want her to rakishi me in bra & panties matches
first time i loved t-tties with a ruler between em
wrestling in my sleep sometimes enjoy dreaming
they say life’s a box of chocolates, but i can’t see it
i’m taking two silent l’s, so life is tortillas
in my careers i’m trying to go over the hill with it
knew she had been dragged through but i’d still hit it
it’s like the deeper i think the deeper i sink
my hunger for knowledge and wisdom has me on the brink
of collapse and instant climactic suicide thoughts
only to crash and burn and hope becomes a part
of my ration, how to ration? all i have is my p-ssion
but even my p-ssion isn’t real, it’s manufactured
it’s like what kind of dream it depends on who your asking
everyone in the hood wants to be a f-cking rapper
for the things that come with it, all the things i was bashing
for some outlier outcast twisted ration
i pictured weeknd’s trilogy videos being more graphic
naked white b-tches needing st-tches for their cephalics
if i ain’t the illest from my region, we in disagreement
you have illogical basis for your reasoning
the only thing guaranteed in life is death
and that i’m the best and the internets undefeated n-gga

- hayden jamal lyrics

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